"Marcus," Elena called, a look of awe on her face."Yeah?" Marcus asked, shutting the door to the car and pulling their bags towards the front door. "You said we were going to a cabin.""Uh, yes…and?" "This is a freaking mansion, Marcus!" Elena was not exaggerating but the look on Marcus's face made it seem like she was. The 'cabin' was definitely in the middle of nowhere, it was just miles and miles of trees around it but it looked like it belonged on the cover of a catalogue about beautiful houses. It was made mostly of wood and bricks, and it was a storey building with two beautiful balconies and sliding glass doors. She couldn't help but wonder what the view would look like when it started snowing. Marcus had already told her there was a probability it would snow during their stay, and that was why half of her suitcase was her winter clothes."Really?" Marcus asked confused, a tint of amusement on his face."I'm scared to find out what your idea of a mansion looks like." "Hopefu
Elena was not expecting an answer from Marcus when she asked the question but she was acting hopeful. However, the scowl on Marcus's face indicated the conversation was over and the question would remain unanswered. He got up and packed the plates, "It's getting late. You should head to bed, you've had quite a day.""Marcus—""Thanks for the meal," he said cutting her off and putting the dirty dishes in the sink."Marcus, come on, don't do this.""I shouldn't do the dishes? I didn't take you as someone who contributed to the patriarchy—""You know what I'm talking about. Don't be that Marcus, don't shut me out." She walked closer to him and put a gentle hand on his tense shoulder. Marcus let out a shaky breath, "shutting people out is kind of my thing, sweetheart.""Okay, fine. You don't have to talk about it, just don't be moody Marcus, at least not this weekend." Marcus gave her a small smile then squeezed her hand, "I'll try,""So what's the agenda for tomorrow?""Well it's going
Elena woke up to the sound of a door slamming downstairs. She reached towards the other side of the bed but it was empty. She sat up and frowned, feeling stupid for thinking this morning would be like the last, especially after the night she had with Marcus. She got up and took a quick shower before going downstairs to see what the ruckus was about. Marcus was in the living area, shirtless and only wearing briefs, his phone was pressed against his ear as he yelled profanities at whoever was on the other line.“What do you mean by down by fifty per cent? Do you know how much I've put on the line for this deal to work? You don't get to tell me— No, I will not calm down! Now you listen to me, you tell them about the contract we signed, at least a month's notice, that's what it says, and I can have me lawyer fly down there to refresh their memories— yeah you do that. No, none of that. I'll be back tomorrow. Yes, I know what I'm doing! A month is more than enough time for my backup. I'll
The trip back home was exactly as one would expect — awkward.Marcus had not made a move to talk to Elena and neither had she. She was done with all of it, the mixed signals, shutting her out, everything. She was done with Marcus and she hoped the look on her face was a dead giveaway for that.Marcus could not exactly live with himself after last night. He had slept on the couch after they had gotten home and woke up in the middle of the night to check on Elena only to hear her crying in their room, and it was all his fault.He couldn't apologise, because if he did he would have to tell her about his feelings— all of it— and Eliza might not believe him. That would hurt way more than her slamming the door in his face.When the car came to a slow stop in front of her apartment, Marcus wanted to say something, anything at all that might make Elena hate him less but before he could open his mouth to speak, Elena had gotten out of the car, grabbed her things and then speed walked to her ap
“Gavin?”“Yeah, hey.”“Hey.”Elena looked down at the flowers in his hands, roses. She hated roses but she smiled as he handed it to her. “For you, I thought you might be back.” “Thank you. How did you know I left?”“I came over on Sunday and the nice lady down the hall told me you left.”“Did you just call Mrs. Pick nice?” she asked perplexed. In her entire time of living in this apartment, the old British lady had never flashed a smile in her direction. “I don't know her name but she offered me cookies, seemed pretty nice to me.” Elena looked at Gavin like he was crazy, and he smiled back at her with so much warmth. “So are you going to invite me in or should we talk in your hallway?” “Sorry, it just seems surreal seeing you here,” Elena said as she fumbled with her keys.“We talked a few days ago.” He reminded.“Feels like forever,” “Believe me, it felt like it.”Elena pushed open the door and ushered Gavin in. “How have you been?” She asked as she put the roses in an empty va
“So are you going to talk to her?” Gavin asked as he mixed some pancake batter in a bowl. He was shirtless with only an apron covering his chest and Elena could not help but ogle at him from the stool where she sat, wearing his shirt.It had been a week since Elena agreed to be with Gavin and it had been a dream for sure. He was spontaneous, taking her out on random dates, picking her up from work, buying her ice cream, dropping her off at the hospital and also making her pancakes for breakfast.“Emily?” Elena asked dipping her finger into the batter and getting her hand swapped away by Gavin. “Yes, Emily. Her surgery is in two days, don't you want to settle all of this before she enters that room?”“Trust me, I do. Seeing her these past few days all drugged up has made me realise that she deserves this.”“Then giving her your approval and support could help, it would be a mood lifter with the surgery coming up,”“I guess you're right.” She said with a sigh.“I'm Gavin, I'm always rig
Elena could not shake off the feeling that Marcus was still involved in her life, or at least trying to be. It did not make any sense and it annoyed her. After all this time, she was finally moving on and he pulled that?She got to her apartment building and was heading inside when someone called her name. “Elena!” She turned to see her landlord, Herald.“Herald, hi.”Elena did not have a very good relationship with her landlord, mostly because she was always behind on rent and he never had pity. She always saw him as a grumpy old man who never smiled, but now he was smiling at her.“How have you been?”“I'm good, and you?”“Never been better. Finally got rid of this old place, and for a good price too.”“You sold the building?”“Yes,”“I didn't know it was for sale. How would this affect our rent?” She asked, nervously.“It reduces it. The notice is on your door somebody was feeling generous enough to throw money away and decided to buy this dump. It doesn't matter, I'm five times ri
The next few days felt like a dream. Emily had come back home to their tiny apartment and Elena planned a small welcome back party for her, it was supposed to be a little get-together where she would invite Gavin too and officially introduce him as her boyfriend.“So it's just going to be me, you and Derek right?” Emily asked as she set down plates on their small dining table. She had moved from using a wheelchair to crutches, and in a few days, and with more physical therapy she would be able to walk unaided, Elena could not wait.“Not exactly,” Elena said then set an extra plate, “We have another guest,” “Is it Marcus? I've always wondered what he looked like,” Elena felt her mood change almost immediately. She had not talked to Marcus ever since she called him to yell and he sounded sorry.“Are you okay, El?” “Yes, I'm fine. And no, it's not Marcus. It's Gavin,”“What? I thought you guys were done,” “We were, and it was complicated but Marcus is out of the picture now and Gavin